MIA

I've lost my keys, I've lost a shoe,
But thanks to heav’n above
I've never in a bloody war
Lost someone that I love.

But worse than that, if it could be
Instead of their demise.
Not knowing if in jungle camp
The Lord does hear their cries.

In this cold world, of rhetoric
I earnest hope and pray
That we might somehow, somewhere find
Each cherished MIA.